Back.

It was Pentecost Sunday. We had the boats out for the second time, and again saw an eagle's nest, who didn't even bother to fly out. Kinda nice when the breeze kicked up, breathing the spirit of life into you.

Actually it was Mal who brought us to mass. Figuratively, I mean; I drove. Afterward, we visited his mother's grave, and it was finally a country spring sky -- that particular shade of clean blue with the white clouds passing.

So when the air blew across the water later that day, and again Monday on Clear Lake, literally, it wasn't just any earth day.

The flowering trees here are in bloom, while they're still waiting three or four hours north. A long winter, a more observant spring...

Thanksgiving, and blessings.